You probably don't think of windows as particulary capable of emotions. Neither do I. But, suppose two windows in the same building happen to fall in love with one another. What might that feel like? And what would be the prospects for them ever hooking up? In the world of windows in love, the walls are the cruel hands of destiny that are keeping the lovers apart.
The wall is of a black stone.
A cold rough limestone.
Has attached a lock of silence
To our worn lips.
We can't even wiggle
Under the weight of the wall.
The entire tale of our love
Is the story of the wall.
Naturally though, being windows, their entire existence is dependent on the wall. Where would a window be without the wall? The windows realize this dilemma too and rely on the wind to be in touch with the other. But they harbor hope of a different fate.
Wish that this wall would collapse!
You and I would die together.
In a different world,
We could hold one another's hand.
And the windows have a particular vision, for this Heaven of theirs.
Maybe in that world,
They won't have walls
Between their window.
From Googoosh's "Two Windows" (Doa Panjereh)
Till Death Do Us Unite--When Windows Fall in Love
Closer To Your Body Than Even Your Shirt
The more he watches her dance at the party, the more he wants her. And he wants her bad.
Like the flowers in the wind
Like the wind among the leaves
Like the leaves in the wind
Keep dancing your body.
A spring of light wouldn't be like this.
Light wouldn't be like this.
What is that is glittering
In that dancing of yours?
Watching all of this, he is going into a frenzy. He wants her closer to him than he can imagine it:
As close as your lips are to your mouth
As close as your body is to your shirt
Even as close as light to your body,
I want you even closer.
Still closer.
The reason for his is desire is no mystery at all. That's how nature works.
If the flower desires its scent,
If the eye desires the light,
I desire you even more.
I swear to God, I desire you even more.
As she is dancing, he notices more than just her body:
Your drunken eyes,
As though they are the wine of Shiraz
Your Face, like the flower,
Is brimming with dew
What shall I say about your lips?
My words cannot suffice.
From Sadegh Nojouki's "Commotion" (Veleleh)
If Only Your Eyes Say 'Yes'
What romantic/heroic things would you be willing do to express your joy of winning her heart, if only she said 'yes'?
Here are some suggestions, from one man who lists what he would do "If Only Your Eyes Say 'Yes' ":
- Put the mountain on his shoulder
- Fight in any war
- Take the wave from the sea
- Sap the rocks
- Bring the moon to her house
- Take target practice at the wind
- Count every particle of soil on earth
- Cut the stars of the skies and put them next to her eyes
- replace the 'eyes' of the moon with pictures of her eyes
- Remove the Sun, build a door for her eyes, and then put a mirror in front of her eyes (the idea being that in presence of her eyes, there would be no need for the sun).
Impossible, you say? Nonsense, says the man in love. "None of this would be any effort all, if your eyes say 'yes'.
From Daryoush's "Permission" ("Ejazeh" or "Ageh Cheshmat Began Areh")
Grown Ups Miss the Cradle Too
Just because we are now a grown up doesn't mean there aren't times that we can use the comfort and security of childhood. That sentiment was captured eloquently, in a song performed by Googoosh entitled the "Cradle." (Gahvareh).
Having expressed to her mother her longing for the cradle, Googoosh then goes on to describe it.
That same cradle that I cannot recall
That same security that was real and true
That same place where the prince of the story
Always wanted the pauper girl
That same city that was my own size
Yet much bigger than this world
Where there was no fear of the shadow
Nor fright of the wind.
Where I would not get lost.
Nor would a pigeon.
Googoosh then anticipates her mother's answer that she is all grown up now. And, as bitter as it may seem, cradles are not becoming of a grown up. But that does nothing to make the adult child feel any different. She concludes the song with the same passage that started it:
I long to weep
Where is, mother,
My cradle?